Chen Hong nodded gradually, and walked through the long corridor, on both sides of which were shelves as high as the roof. He casually glanced at the displays on the shelves, and suddenly felt that he was not wandering around the warehouse where Herzog's relics were kept, but wandering around a dragon's lair.

In Western mythology, dragons are creatures that love to collect treasures, and those treasures are piled up in the dragon's lair, and several small warehouses in this huge warehouse are filled with Herzog's collection. He has collected everything from Buddha statues from the Nara period to classicist paintings of the Spring Palace, as well as about 5,000 rare books, 6,000 out-of-print vinyl records, 8 Easter eggs made by Fabergé, the jeweller of the Emperor of the Desert, and more than 600 antique mechanical watches......

Chen Hong gradually saw an unlocked Nanmu box, patted the top of the box, and heard a dull sound, apparently full of things. Chen Hong's gradually opened the box, but the scene that greeted his eyes made people like him, who were used to seeing life, death and killing, feel dizzy for a while, and his stomach was also convulsed.

"Gross!"

Chen Hong gradually leaned against the wall, retching. The Yaksha on the side seemed to have expected it, put wet wipes and mineral water on the ground, and patted Chen Hongjian on the back.

"I can't believe that even you would be like this. But better than me, the crow guy and I didn't eat all day when we first saw this whole box of hair, and we couldn't help but vomit when we saw food like ramen, and even the former movie emperor, His Royal Highness, temporarily closed the ramen shop for a week. ”

Chen Hong gradually drank a few sips of water, and said slowly: "What's the situation here?" ”

"It's all women's hair."

Yaksha lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth and said, "The old man has a very strong interest in women, and he will keep a strand of each other's hair when he is done. Don't get me wrong, it's not a token of love. He kept these hairs as trophies, like a cannibal tribe that preserves the heads of his enemies, because he will kill the women to prevent his image of righteousness from being shattered. ”

"!"

Chen Hong gradually moved the Nanmu box to the gate of the warehouse, and a fiery red light flashed in his hand, and the flame ignited the entire Nanmu box.

"Did he think he was the second Rasputin? It's really a disgusting insect (zhi fourth sound, "insect pig" metaphorically refers to a lowly person)! ”

As an unprecedentedly prostitute, he is said to have slept with all the aristocratic maidens of Russia, and with his miraculous hypnotism, any maiden who was seen by his blue eyes would involuntarily strip and dedicate herself. If he had a relationship with the virgin, Rasputin would collect a strand of her hair, and in 1977, when XXXX demolished the house where he lived, he found boxes and boxes of hair in the garden. In the end, he also died of this weakness, and he went to Prince Yusupov's banquet because he coveted the bewitching and beautiful Prince's wife, but he died at the hands of Prince Yusupov.

"Forget it, I'm giving up looking. Yaksha, tell me directly where Herzog's collection of written materials is, diaries, research reports, manuscripts, and so on. ”

"We've got all these things together." Yaksha lifted the cloth from the huge bookcase, and a cabinet full of scrolls was covered with a thin layer of dust. I'm afraid you won't be able to finish it. The crow lifted the veil from the huge bookcase, and a chest full of scrolls appeared before them. It's just that these materials seem to be covered with a thin layer of dust because no one has touched or cleaned them for a long time.

"Haven't you tried to read this material, and there is so much ash?"

Chen Hong snapped his fingers, and a light breeze slipped into the bookcase through the cracks in the bookcase, gently turning over every page of all the written materials inside, gathering dust and burrowing out of the cracks in the bookcase, and entering the trash can outside the warehouse gate.

Yaksha spread his hands: "Of course it can't be. In fact, His Royal Highness asked Shio Miyamoto to organize an investigation team that gathered trusted researchers from the family. But because Herzog never used electronic archiving, only handwritten records, and used shorthand symbols, so far no one has deciphered these materials. So after the backup, we put this bookcase here and kept it under strict care, so that no one was allowed to touch it. ”

"Indeed, it's like a ghost drawing."

Chen Hong gradually looked at the whole page of text and materials, and had a headache. Although he has more power than Xia Mi, his knowledge of alchemy and other aspects is still far inferior to that of Xia Mi, the original primordial species. It's just that he didn't want Xia Mi to show up outside Genji Heavy Industries at will, after all, no matter how she is the king of the earth and the mountains, it is difficult to guarantee that there are any careerists hiding in the dark corners of Japan who have bad intentions, but in the current situation, he had to call Xia Mi for help.

After Xia Mi arrived at this warehouse, he casually pulled out a dossier and read it intently for a while, sometimes shaking his head, sometimes frowning, and sometimes sighing.

"The inability to decipher the Snake Qi Hachika is not only because of the shorthand symbols, but because the content inside is too profound. Like Albert Einstein, the patriarch of the Esoteric Party, his theory of general relativity is not readable by many people in the world. In the study of dragons, it also requires experts of his level or above to interpret these materials. ”

Chen Hong's face gradually turned happy, can anyone surpass the first generation of dragon research in the study?

"And there are two kinds of handwriting in this text, although they are very similar, but from the subtleties of the brushstrokes, we can see that the power used by the person I am compared to is completely different. Coupled with Herzog's admission of inheriting Bondarev's experimental notes, it can be concluded that Bondarev is the one who really understands dragons and the White King's bloodline, and Herzog is indeed just standing on Bondarev's shoulders. ”

But here's the problem, researchers in any field are making breakthroughs in the achievements of their predecessors. But for the White King bloodline, at least at the beginning, no one knew about the existence of the White King's bloodline, and no one studied the White King's bloodline, how did Bondarev study the White King's blood so thoroughly, and his understanding of the White King was deeper than you White King descendants.

He doesn't seem to need to rely on any achievements of his predecessors, he has dug out the secrets of the dragon clan, especially the white king's bloodline, and knows that even Uesugi Yue, the former shadow emperor, has never known about the 10,000-year-old ancient city and the white king embryo at the bottom of Japan, and even the experimental data he left behind can help Herzog become the new white king. ”

Natsumi analyzed it thoroughly, and Yaksha heard some of the problems.

According to the part of Herzog's diary that they deciphered, Bondarev claimed to be a descendant of the Romanov dynasty, but his KGB identity was later verified by Herzog to be false, as was the KGB file he provided. But Bondarev can still come up with a lot of money for his own experiments, and he still has such a large reserve of knowledge......"

"In other words, there is likely to be another organization behind Bondarev, an organization that is out of the sight of the secret party, an organization that has studied dragons for hundreds of years!"

Yaksha slapped his fist on his palm, and it felt as if there was a spiritual light wandering through his brain, and he was just a little short of able to catch it.

"Don't be stupid, how can he be a descendant of the Romanov dynasty."

Chen Hong patted Yaksha's shoulder and motioned for him to relax. Even if the Yaksha is no longer the Wuxia Amun of the past, he will definitely not be as analytical as the crow.

"If he is a descendant of the Romanov dynasty, then it means that the fact that there is an embryo of the White King at the bottom of the sea in Japan is known through his father's generation, then as the Romanov dynasty that was still in its heyday at that time, will the half-breed desert emperor with dragon blood keep Japan?"

Without hesitation, Yaksha replied, "I will immediately send men to attack Japan, which was still very weak at that time and could never be an opponent of the Romanov dynasty." ”

"Yes, but at that time the Romanovs chose to build the Black Sea Fleet and march west. Just imagine, if the Desert Emperor knew that the remains of the White King were in Japan, and if he obtained the remains, he might inherit the identity of the White King, then he would occupy Japan at all costs and dominate the inheritance of the White King! ”

"But another question arises, if there is an organization behind Bondarev, then why did Bondarev stop moving after his death, and why did they ignore the remains of the White King and the embryo of the ancient dragon so much? And is Bondarev really dead again? A half-breed who was at least A-class was fired into the cabin by a submachine gun and died? ”

Moreover, why did Bondarev explain his plans so clearly in his notebook, and in many places even explained them, as if they were specially reserved for others to read in case they did not understand. Later, Herzog copied Bondarev's plan as it was, and he simply evolved into a white king under Bondarev's guidance! ”

"If Bondarev is not dead, then what is he trying to do? Why bother researching these and giving the results to your opponents? ”

Chen Hong's gradual series of questions caused Yaksha's brain to completely shut down, and Yaksha felt that his eyes were red, and the word "warning" even echoed in his ears.

"I shouldn't have come, I should have let that crow guy come and communicate with you, it's too brainless." Yaksha covered her head and smiled bitterly.

On the outskirts of Rome, in a vast alfalfa field, there is an old monastery with ancient trees in front of it.

A handsome man with blond hair and a man on metal crutches got out of the car, and the two looked at each other with a slightly solemn look.

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"Frost, what did those old guys call us for today?"

Even the always bohemian Pompeii stopped in front of the black iron door and straightened his collar.

Frost took a deep breath: "I don't know, but it might have something to do with that." ”

Pompey snorted, seemingly unconcerned, but his steps became a little heavy.

Without knocking, the iron door opened in front of him, and the courtyard was empty, and the marble fountain sprayed water lonely. It looks like an ancient and elegant beauty, but in the sun, it feels a little eerie.

Pompey stretched out his hand, and Frost just wanted to stop it, but he was a little slower, and Pompeii pushed the door open.

The sun shone down on the marble floor, and twelve old men in white robes sat quietly on the twelve chairs, as solemn and solemn as monks.

When Frost saw the twelve old men, he respectfully bent down and saluted them as a sign of respect, and the old men nodded slightly in response. But Pompeii didn't pay any attention to them, but just picked up a green rose from the ancient porcelain vase and put it on the tip of his nose, sat down in a chair, and sniffed the rose's fragrance.

The old people didn't say anything, and didn't seem to mind Pompeii's arrogance and dissoluteness, or maybe they were used to it, but they just looked ahead and kept silent.

"Well, tell me if you have anything to say. If you want me to say, leave it to my dear cousin Frost, I have a lot to do, and there are many beautiful girls waiting for me to come and give them a sweet love trip. Pompeii played with the green rose in his hand like a dissolute nobleman.

"It's not easy to find you, Pompeii. You should talk less about feelings and love with those women, and focus on the family's business. And the king talks about feelings, which seems to us like a lion praying to God before eating. The old man at the head said slowly.

These old men are the twelve elders of Gattuso, who usually stay in the freezer to sleep, they have lived for an unknown number of hundreds of years, and they are older than the elders in the freezer of the secret party. And their names are also named after the simplest Roman alphabets: α, alpha; β, Beta; γ, Gamma; δ, Delta; e, epsilone...... These are not so much names as code names or serial numbers, and these old people don't seem to care about their presence in this world.

And the communication of the old people only needs to understand each other's thoughts through their eyes, just like a computer that can be connected through neural interconnection, twelve elders, the same clothes, the same withered face, the same eyes, all opinions are the same, just the head of the alpha speaks, on behalf of all of them.

"So what? If you just run a few horses dead in the snow area, you have to nag for a long time. Pompey crossed his legs, still looking like a hanger, "And I suggest you say less of this kind of cultured and unnutritious words, knowing that your style of speech seems to me like an old vampire dug up from a medieval tomb." ”

"If you don't talk well, I'll just leave."

With that, Pompeii took the green rose between his two fingers and got up to leave.

"Are you willing to leave even if it's something to do with Caesar?"

Alpha's face was as usual, and he didn't seem to be at all worried that Pompey would leave.

And Pompey, as Alpha expected, paused and turned his back to the twelve old men and said, "Okay, ancestors, then you can tell me about my son." ”

Frost was also a little surprised to see that Pompey was rarely pinched by the Twelve. However, he noticed the look in Pompey's eyes, which turned his back to the Twelve Elders, as if he had been grasped by a dragon in the heart, as if he had been grasped by a dragon.

He knew that the Twelve Sentals should not use Caesar to pinch Pompeii, they had touched Pompeii's bottom line.

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PS: The word desert emperor, I think everyone should understand what it means. As for the English name, I didn't guess who it was, and I was quite well-known, but because the last two words of his name were taboo, I couldn't type it, and 404 hadn't been released before. Let's just make do with it, although it feels a little awkward.

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